Huang Longshi's expression changed, staring at the young man in front of him who still looked youthful, his expression strange: "Why do you ask so much about the heavens? Do you want to join them?"
"Not necessarily."
Wu Xian: "I am the same as the gentleman, I have no good feelings for those who fish in human fate, but as the saying goes, knowing oneself and others, a hundred battles are not dangerous. We must be clear about the enemy's methods to prepare ourselves fully for future confrontations."
"That may disappoint you."
Huang Longshi said indifferently: "I know very little about the things that happen in the heavens. They have also not revealed any traces in the future."
It is said that a few hundred years later, they drained the nine-tenths of the qi energy of the human world and thus deliberately cut off the channel for flying to heaven, thus becoming mutually exclusive. Heaven became the realm of the heavens, and human beings became the realm of humans."
"Oh! Is that really the case?"
Wu Xian was slightly surprised, feeling that this didn't seem to align with the usual characteristics of heavenly beings. He thought they were supposed to be the troublemakers, keeping this world in a state of constant division and unity, so they could continuously appropriate theqi energy.
The principle of eating enough to be satisfied and eating enough to be full is self-explanatory. There is no reason why the group of heavenly beings should not know that.
Is it that in the future, heaven has been subject to some kind of mishap, requiring a large amount of qi energy as war reserves, which is why they have taken such a savage approach and drained the qi energy from Xuezhong human beings.
What is this? Not enough enemies from heaven, and now we're supposed to add a script for a dimensional war on top of that?
That's a whole baby thing!
Wu Xian complained in his heart and then asked the boss to send another bowl of Old Duck Soup, which he pushed to Huang Longshi's face.
"I think I understand Brother Huang's intention, which is to preemptively sever the connection between heaven and earth, cut off contact between the human world and the heavens, and then rely on his own talent to change this world into the one he wants."
"Regarding the latter, let's put it aside for now, but as far as the heavenly beings are concerned, we are on the same side, so I hope to form a partnership with Brother Huang. In the future, we can help and assist each other, which may enable us to break free from heaven's control more quickly."
Huang Longshi looked at Wu Xian without speaking.
As Huang Sanmao, who stirred the Spring and Autumn Wars, he wasn't some loner. He had his own channels for gathering information.
As a result, he knew more about Wu Xian's background than many people in this world.
But the more he understood, the more mysterious and enigmatic the other person became. In the eyes of a strategist, collaborating with such a person is roughly equivalent to dealing with a tiger for its skin, with unpredictable consequences.
Even if everything this person just said was true, what kind of purpose does he have to come from another world? Could it be the same as those heavenly beings, who covet the qi energy of this world and want to seize it for themselves?
After a moment, Huang Longshi finally did not take the bowl of old duck soup, but instead got up and was ready to leave the restaurant.
Wu Xian saw this and did not hinder him, merely saying with a meaningful tone, "Brother Huang, think it over. If you miss today's opportunity, even if you kneel down and beg me in the future, I might not even give you the time of day."
Huang Longshi sneered at this.
Ha! Huang Sanmao would ever beg or kneel?
Today, I put this here: Even if he dies and is forced to a dead end by those people from heaven, he will never beg Wu Xian... Never... Absolutely!
Wu Xian watched as Huang Longshi left, until his figure disappeared among the crowd. Only then did he pick up the spoon and continue to drink the soup.
Decided, after defeating Wang Xianzhi at the Wuji City, he would go to Beiling, where he would find a little girl.
A girl who likes to raise pandas and laughs all day with a "haha" sound.
...
Half a month later.
With the rumbling sound of horse hooves, a cloud of dust and noise was stirred up on the ground three miles outside of the city of Taian.
General Xu Xia succeeds in entering the capital.
This news quickly spread throughout the city of Taian, just like a large stone dropped on a calm lake surface, stirring up thousand-layer waves at once.
The attitude towards Xu Xia among the officials in the Liyang court is very subtle.
The officials looked down on such common people who rose from the mud, while the military officers envied him and resented him, wishing they could take his place.
But it was precisely this man who led thirty million Iron Horsemen to conquer five countries, and was on the verge of capturing the last Chu, if it were not for the sudden recall of the old emperor, he might have already breached the West Wall and directly attacked the Chu's imperial palace, seizing the beautiful Queen of Western Chu.
As everyone knows, changing commanders in the midst of battle is a great taboo in military strategy. Especially when the front-line war is going well, such an action can easily undermine morale and
However, in this era, the imperial power was paramount. Unless Xu Xia intended to rebel and bear the slander of traitors and usurpers, he had no choice but to obediently follow orders and return to the city of Taian.
However, Xu Xia was not a fool of loyalty; he had already paved a way for himself.
Before leaving the Western Chu, Xu Xia had already handed over the command of the army to his most trusted adopted son, Chen Zipo, and told him not to launch an attack, but to maintain a state of stalemate with the Western Chu.
In the critical moment, he could even order the army to retreat from the West Wall, as long as they hold firm at the princess's grave.
With time going by, as the Liyang court realized that there was no progress in the front-line war, even if the old emperor was as wary as he could be, he could not help but let Xu Xia leave.
As Xu Xia thought this, he had already brought his wife Wu Su into the city, and all his elite troops were stationed outside the city.
...
"General, someone has brought a letter."
In the southern part of the city of Tai'an, in the Grand General's mansion, a sword servant named Zhao Yuetao, who served Wu Su, walked into the inner courtyard and handed a sheet of paper to Xu Xia.
"Oh! Is someone already looking for me just after entering the capital?"
Xu Xia raised an eyebrow, took the letter, and opened it. After recognizing the handwriting on the paper, he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the incense burner inside the room, then smiled at the white-cloaked beauty sitting beside him.
There is no doubt that the beautiful woman sitting next to him is Xu Xia's wife, Wu Su, the previous generation of the Sword Saint of the Wu Family and future Queen Consort of Beiling.
"It's the guy called Yang Taizui. He knows I've just arrived in the capital today, and he wants to find me for a drink. It seems he has something to say to me… Well, since the emperor hasn't summoned me yet, let me go and catch up with him first. I can also explore the mood."
"Yes, go ahead. But remember to take Old Huang with you; your situation is not entirely safe right now."
Since entering the city of Tai'an, Wu Su has had a vague sense of unease in her heart.
But thinking about it, Yang Taizui and Xu Xia have been close friends for many years, and there is no way they would harm him. She just felt that she was overthinking it.
"Relax, stay at home and take good care of your pregnancy. I'll be back soon."
Xu Xia smiled and shrugged it off, but he still listened to Wu Su's advice and brought along a middle-aged man who carried a sword case and dressed plainly. Then he mounted his horse and left the Grand General's mansion.
At the entrance of the inner courtyard, Wu Su felt a slight movement in her abdomen as the unformed fetus inside kicked her gently.
"Is Nian (Year) worried about Dad?"
Wu Su's expression softened instantly, reaching out to gently touch the already swollen belly. On her already delicate and beautiful face, a hint of maternal radiance added.
"Don't worry, with your mother here, no one can separate us from our family."
